"YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU KIDNAPPED ME TO FIGHT WITH CAPTAIN AMERICA AGAINST IRON MAN? NO WAY."
In which Alison Marnell deals with the casual life of a superhero while also trying to balance homework, tests, and the regular plights of high school...
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"Wow, fancy seeing you here"
Anderson-Marnell Apartment, Queens, New York, October 2016-
DAYS UNTIL HOMECOMING: 4
The days had been peaceful in Queens. There was no sign of any unusual activity, and there was no sight of the swinging Spider-Man or his trusty "sidekick" (Alison still laughed about how they called her his sidekick) Breakout.
Alison still had no clue where Peter was, as he had flat out ditched her and Charles, after her younger brother had enough courage to stop crying. It annoyed her that the boy didn't care enough to even leave a note, but, then again, the things that he could have seen were..... unpredictable. And that was putting it mildly.
She still wore the necklace that Peter gave her, and it almost made her upset that she kept it. Alison knew she should of chucked the damn thing into the trash, as it was almost a clear bad luck charm, but the girl couldn't bring herself to do it. It was special, even if the boy had ditched her straight after giving it to her. So it still lay on her chest, gleaming brightly for all to see, with the Flash emblem, an inside joke that impacted her life as Alison knew it.
As for Alison and her injury, it had almost disappeared overnight. It seemed that being in a stressful crisis sped up her healing process, but she wasn't about to go and tell her cousin or her brother that. She was pretty sure that it would only stress them out.
So that was a secret for only Alison and Wanda, who Alison had been texting constantly for the past 48 hours, to keep. And as for the rest of the house, well, the tone of the place was unusual.
The Anderson-Marnell household had been rather quiet, filled only with the small thins Alison was trying to do in order to soothe her brother. The things he had seen still haunted his nightmares the past two days, and Alison had resorted to sleeping in his room to make sure he slept okay. Every time he would cry out, or wake up in a cold sweat, Alison was at his bedside, holding his hand and soothing him.
Half of the time the 13 year old wanted to protest and tell her that he was fine, but Alison knew that he was just trying to be strong, and prove that he was okay. Charles would eventually give in every time he woke up, falling into Alison's arms for comfort.
The things that Ali would do for her brother were limitless, and it was shown through her actions the past two days. There had been late nights of movie and tv series binge-watching, many rounds of video games, and of course, many rounds of hot chocolate and biking trips.
At the moment, the two were going head to head in an intense round of Mario Kart on their Wii. It was an old and battered thing, but it held many memories for the Marnell kids. Even when Charles received his X Box, the two kept it around for the common game of Mario Kart or of Super Smash Bros on an easy weekend.
